Bruce: *on the phone* Jason, the worst thing you can do in this situation is take matters into your own hands.
Jason: got it. *hangs up*
Jason: we’re gonna have to take things into our own hands.
Dick: how can you eat when there’s a dead person right there?
Damian: what? Am I supposed to share?
Man: you two understand, right?
Jason: we’re not here to judge you, sir. We came to investigate, catch bad guys and eat burgers.
Dick: not necessarily in that order.
Jason: and it hasn’t been.
Dick: no.
Jason: we started with the burgers.
Dick: always.
[playing chess]
Jason: okay, I’m going to take your pointy sad-faced guy for my horsey guy.
Tim: stop.
Tim: *points at the knight* what is this piece called?
Jason: I like to call him Dwight.
Tim: *points at the bishop* and what’s this one called?
Jason: B.A Baracus.
[hiding in a storage cupboard]
Tim: don’t say a word.
Jason:
Jason: fergalicious.
Tim: I said no words!
Jason: oh, I see how it is. Two weeks ago, we’re playing scrabble and it’s not a word. Suddenly, it is a word just because it’s convenient for you!
Dick: your date Friday night. Details. What happened?
Tim: well, we ordered butter beer and she went to the bathroom and didn't come back. So either it went badly or she's still in the bathroom...